A brief explanation

Yesterday, in the midst of a weekly acid trip (synesthetic exploration), the idea somehow got in me to write on this here blog. Let me state this clearly: what I wrote was no more than the ramblings of a sick misogynistic “zombie,” the musings of a castrated passion, of a thoroughly shit drenched, bile infused fiend exuding nothing more than unfounded loathing and fear. Indeed, this post was so complex, so insane and hilarious, so achingly stupid, that rather than delete it, I have decided to use it as fodder—to use it as an opportunity to praise womankind, and everything she has done for the synesthetic experience. Let me say it loudly, in case previous posts have not made it clear: the carnal intertwining that woman inaugurates with man—that is something that no synesthetic experience, save for sexual synesthesia of a sort involving woman and man, could ever undermine, nor surpass in its beauty.

So, to my readers, know this: I am not a misogynistic man, nor have I ever been one.